we can be young
we can makeup our days
we can get it all back to our high school phase
we can remember
we can give in
we can pretend there is no better sin
we can relax
we can drink up
in our large store bought red plastic cups
we can turn red
our eyes can go glazed
we can party for days and days and days…..

what troubles me is my old time ways
wondering why men get in a craze
when they realize their youth was caught in the chase
and need to return to those old time ways

he squeezes out every memory
of a teenage history
asks me for mine so he can relive his
is it a pity?
or is it a trick?